Singer: Yanka Dyagileva

The guiding star will be the yellow plate of the traffic light.

Only tale ***Wai,
And at the end of it incorrect.
The serpent-dragon killed them all and ate them.

So, we are going to play games.
Once two or higher feet off the ground!
Who had - to die,
Who was the fool.

How many winters, you quietly say. - How many years
You converged wedge white light.

History loves heroes, history is waiting for you
Around every corner, with the correct remedy for all failures...

Sometimes the die gods - and the right not to believe
Sometimes sweeps the road with a cross clog doors
The keys and dry in the desert, and the explosion shakes the land,
When the goddess dies when the soul leaves
The fire devours the walls, and temples are ashes
And moving mannequins, not knowing more fear
Marching regiments of the icons are meaningless smooth wedge
Now most believe the shoulder straps and vials of heroin
Crown of thorns wither, everyone will be your own boss
The folklore of the people's will killed Abel Cain
Extinguishes the fire in lamps, walnut sacred hymns
Will be no heaven or hell when our gods die
So go and do whatever is necessary, don't worry, nobody will be punished
Now nothing is sacred...

Stretch your hands in a dream, so as not to stumble in the darkness...

Yes to smuggle in the morning, that did not happen yesterday...

Hurry -
Turned out to be.
Refused -
Drowned.
Looked around -
Anyone.

Iron horse protective color, carved caterpillar in a row
The attraction for beginners - in a circle horse fly
A clockwork kaleidoscope is booming curved mirrors,
The wheel rotates faster
Under March sounds head down...

A great mind only scrip, Yes a prison.
From dashing head only gutters and ditches.
From the beautiful soul, only scabs and lice.
From the universal love only the muzzle in the blood.

On the floors, the corridors a paper the wind
Forget the pockets of crumpled rubles,
Sweeps a pile of dust and rags, the laughter and tears, sorrow, joy,
Plus on a minus gives release - home...

Decorate interiors and hang on the wall
To disrupt the geometry of square ceilings...

If you meet, you shut up that we walked on tram rails
This is the first sign of a crime or schizophrenia...